#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# BAND - Bright Eyes ALBUM - Drunk Kid Catholic SONG - Drunk Kid Catholic Tablature by Matt - 09/21/01 Am - X02210 G - 320033 F - XX3211 C - X32010 Am G F C Am G F C The drunk kids, the catholics, they’re all about the same Am G F C They’re waiting for something, hoping to be saved Am G F C Well I have been happy the past couple days Am G F C Just thinking of the women who’ve taken your place Am G C F And every night I think I won't ever sleep sober or alone Am G C F And then suddenly it occurs to me that I slept alone before you Am G C F And so I pour myself the stiffest drink my stomach can stand Am G F And convince myself to lay back down again F F I’m gonna lay back down, I’m gonna lay back down again Am G F C Am G F C Am G F C The drunk kids, the catholics, they're all about the same Am G F C They’re waiting for something, hoping to be saved Am G F C The drunk kids, the catholics, they're all about the same Am G F C They’re waiting for something, hoping to be saved Am G F C The drunk kids, the catholics, they're all about the same Am G F C They’re waiting for something, hoping to be saved Am G F C Am G F C Am G F C They crawl from the oceans to paint in the caves Am G F C But I’m working all weekend, I need to get paid Am G F C They crawl from the oceans to paint in the caves Am G F C But I’m working all weekend, I need to get paid Am G F C They crawl from the oceans to paint in the caves Am G F C But I’m working all weekend, I need to get paid Am G F C They crawl from the oceans to paint in the caves Am G F C But I’m working all weekend, I need to get paid Am G F C They crawl from the oceans to paint in the caves Am G F C But I’m working all weekend, I need to get paid #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# BAND - Bright Eyes ALBUM - Drunk Kid Catholic SONG - Happy Birthday To Me (Feb. 15) Tablature by Matt - 09/21/01 D - XX0323 Em - 022000 G - 320033 A - X02220 D Em G D Em G D Em All eyes on the calendar G Another year I claim of total indifference D Em To here the days pile up G With decisions to be made, I'm sure all of them were wrong D Em Into this song I send myself G And with these drinks I plan to collapse D Em And forget this wasted year, these wasted years G Devoted friends, they disappear A G A And I'm sorry about the phone call and needing you G Some decisions you don't make A G A I guess it's like breathing and not wanting to G There are some things you can't fake D Em G D Em G D Em I guess that it's typical G To cling to memories you'll never get back again D Em And to sort through old photographs G Of a summer long ago or a friend that you used to know D Em And there below his frozen face G You wrote the name and that ancient date, that ancient date D Em And you can't believe that he's really gone G When all that's left is a fucking song A G A And I'm sorry about the phone call and waking you G I know that it's late A G A But thank you for talking because I needed to G Some things just can't wait D Em G (Yeah, some things just can't wait) End on G #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# BAND - Bright Eyes ALBUM - Drunk Kid Catholic SONG - I've Been Eating (For You) Tablature by Matt - 09/21/01 G - 320033 C - X32010 D - XX0323 G C D C G So, I’m just the medicine you take when you’re sick C D C G You get well and that’s it C D And I’m put back on the shelf in your mirror G C D C G And it isn’t exceptional, the course of our fate C D C G So people love and they hate C D And I guess it’s just our turn to hate G C D C G Yeah, you were just some song I wrote, a poem on a page C D C G A sculpture I made C D Out of clay, desire was the flame G C D C G But now you’re more of a basketball, boys just pass you a-round C D C G They bounce you hard on the ground C D And dribble and then we all get high fives G C D C G And you think I’m an asshole now, well, you’re probably right C D C G But at least I’m not blind C D To the facts I’ve been wishing were lies G C D C G But still I hope you get everything that you care to possess C D C G And unbelievable sex C D With him or any one of my friends G C D C G But just don’t ask about my appetite, I didn’t lose it tonight C D C G No, it’s been gone half my life C D It’s just act, I’ve been eating for you End on G